Choosing Sides

Two in a row

If John had displayed this in front of those ignorant black uncles, they truly would have had no way to tell.

But both the Stark Merchant Guild and the Galactic Central Empire possessed enough shares, and each had a copy of this thing used purely to prove one's identity.

This frequency, directly displayed in the form of a unique soul fluctuation, could not be replicated!

That familiar fluctuation and those glaring numbers were constantly telling them a completely unbelievable fact.

The leaders who had directly enabled both sides to understand the existence of this thing were all wearing utterly dumbfounded expressions.

By contrast, the followers behind them and those black uncles had no way of understanding this thing at all. The chieftain of the M14 Nebula Federation even rapped his staff against the ground and said in that incomprehensible babble,

"Hey, young man, I know you're anxious too, but you shouldn't have made such a huge blunder."

"Even the Central Empire doesn't own 10% of the shares, understand?"

"Actually, it would be better to show the vassal-state agreement you signed with us."

That black uncle still seemed unwilling to give up. He was still trying to incite the people from the Earth Federation to come and cling to a powerful backer.

He no longer cared even though a representative of a Seventh-Tier Civilization was present.

After all, he was only a representative. He hadn't insulted or challenged him. At most, the man would be unhappy—could he really do anything to him?

This barefoot attitude was probably enough to give any civilization a headache.

"I see. No wonder it sounded somewhat familiar. The Earth Federation, is it?"

A strange glint flashed through the eyes of the Galactic Central Empire's representative.

He had originally only come to sign